"Where Do We Go"
— gesing deur Charlotte De Witte , Amelie Lens
"Where Do We Go" is 'n lied wat uitgevoer word op belgies vrygestel op 06 februarie 2025 op die amptelike kanaal van die platemaatskappy - "Charlotte De Witte & Amelie Lens". Ontdek eksklusiewe inligting oor "Where Do We Go". Soek die liriek van Where Do We Go, vertalings en liedfeite. Verdienste en netto waarde word opgehoop deur borgskappe en ander bronne volgens 'n stukkie inligting wat op die internet gevind word. Hoeveel keer het die "Where Do We Go"-liedjie in saamgestelde musieklyste verskyn? "Where Do We Go" is 'n bekende musiekvideo wat plasings in gewilde toplyste behaal het, soos die Top 100 België liedjies, Top 40 belgies liedjies, en meer.
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"Where Do We Go" het 219.6K totale kyke en 5.4K laaiks op YouTube bereik.
Die liedjie is op 06/02/2025 ingedien en het 13 weke op die trefferlyste deurgebring.
Die oorspronklike naam van die musiekvideo is "DILJIT DOSANJH: TENSION (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO) ADVISORY".
"Where Do We Go" is op Youtube gepubliseer by 06/02/2025 09:30:07.
"Where Do We Go" Liriek, komponiste, platemaatskappy
Official music video for ‘The Gift
;Marlon’ by Hilltop
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Producer : Amy Marshall
Director/Editor : Richard Coburn
;: Aaron Gully ACS
Lighting : Nic Datson
Production Design : Riley Fraser
Costume Design : Oriana Merullo
Hair & Make Up : Bree Richards & Adele Shearwin
Casting : Angie Christophel @
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Equipment : Picture Hire
LYRICS:
SUFFA
My Mum used to listen to Janis Ian,
While one brother listened to Rush,
The other brother listened to Dub from the Caribbean,
Another brother listened to ‘Hush’,
Dad was Lead Belly, Dylan and Byrd,
It was a gift from my family, everything that I heard,
Without music I would have been a different man,
Now put your hands in the air like it’s a stick up, bang
My Dad used to put on the blues,
I could hear his head banging on the wall in the next room,
And after he had passed,
I realized it was music that he had passed,
It’s a river that runs inside you,
And just like a river it will provide you,
In church, they sing to the lord above,
‘Cause you sing when you’re in love,
(It’s the music) For the love of sweet music,
Ever since I was a cub with sheet music,
It’s such a deep movement,
Like hearing ‘Ante Up’ in the club and we lose it,
What’s the first thing we give our kids? We sing to them,
And that’s ‘cause of all the joy it that it brings to them,
I haven’t gone a day without it,
A second of a song can make me nostalgic
MARLON
It laid the foundation,
I felt the vibration,
The building blocks of who I’d become
It’s the music, passed from my father,
A pile of vinyl covered in dust,
Gift of music, passed from my mother,
Drifting down the hallway with love,
It’s the music, passed from my father,
A pile of vinyl covered in dust,
Gift of music, passed from my mother,
Drifting down the hallway with love
PRESSURE
We inherit the gift,
Bestowed on the road that we tread as a kid,
The sound of guitar in the house from my father,
No doubt was the start of the lesson I lived,
At home it was Eagles, Stones or the Beatles,
Zeppelin and Hendrix, no one his equal,
That’s all I’ve known and if we’ve all,
Grown, I’m a patch work sewn from my people,
It felt like that was contagious,
Big bro was LA rap and the Raiders,
My neighbours, Tupac on their playlist,
I was more Biggie, back in the days with,
Every song painted my heart,
Facets of a window, stained in glass,
Now I see the world through the shade they cast,
And It shaped what became of us
MARLON
It laid the foundation,
I felt the vibration,
The building blocks of who I’d become
It’s the music, passed from my father,
A pile of vinyl covered in dust,
Gift of music, passed from my mother,
Drifting down the hallway with love,
It’s the music, passed from my father,
A pile of vinyl covered in dust,
Gift of music, passed from my mother,
Drifting down the hallway with love
I felt the sweetness deep in my bones,
When I fell asleep on the couch in headphones,
Could melt my weakness away on its own,
Was a well so deep, it felt like a home